Owen Gleiberman
June 29, 2005 AT 04:00 AM EDT

The Beat That My Heart Skipped

type
Movie
Current Status
In Season
runtime
107 minutes
Limited Release Date
07/01/05
performer
Aure Atika, Romain Duris
director
Jacques Audiard
distributor
Wellspring
author
Jacques Audiard, Tonino Benacquista
genre
Drama, Foreign Language

We gave it a B+

The Beat That My Heart Skipped is a small-scale milestone — the first European remake of an American art film — and part of what makes it a dizzy, gratifying experience is that the filmmaker, Jacques Audiard (Read My Lips), clearly updated James Toback’s Fingers because he couldn’t get it out of his head. In the 1978 original, Harvey Keitel, bopping through the New York streets in a fringed white scarf, was a Mob collector who was also a classical pianist — a violent stud-dandy torn between the gutter and the angels. The film was enraptured pulp, held together by Toback’s obsession with the thin line between seduction and force.

In The Beat That My Heart Skipped, the hero now works the sleazier side of Paris real estate, but the real change is one of tone. Where Keitel’s short-fused jukebox art punk lived in thrall to his divided nature, Thomas (Romain Duris), with his reflective handsomeness, is a man out to rescue himself from the sewer he’s tumbled into. The Beat That My Heart Skipped lacks the screw-loose existential vibrance of Fingers, yet it teases out a romantic underside to the original I never quite knew was there.

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